Ronald sighed.
"I cant tell till I hear from Malta."
"Does she know anything about my brother's death?"
"Good God! no," he answered, quickly; "how could she?"
"I don't know," she answered, between her clenched teeth; "but there is more in this than I understand."
"You don't think I am playing you false?" he said, sharply.
"No," she replied, in a kinder tone; "I don't think that--you have been so kind."
"I intend to find out who killed your brother, and punish him or her," he said, slowly; "and though I love Miss Cotoner more than my life, till I discover this mystery, I will not speak one word of love to her."
"You promise me?"
"I promise," and he took her hand.